"
"If he be a Southron," cried Baron Hilton, coming forward, "name him,
gracious lady, and I will answer for it, that were he the son of a
king, he would meet death from our monarch for this unknightly outrage."
"I thank your zeal, brave chief," replied she; "but I would not abandon
to certain death even a wicked man. May he repent! I will name him to
Sir William Wallace alone; and when he knows his secret enemy, the
vigilance of his own honor, I trust, will be his guard. Meanwhile, my
father, I would withdraw." Then whispering to him, she was lifted in
his arms and Murray's and carried from the hall.
As she moved away her eyes met those of Wallace. He arose; but she
waved her hand to him, with an expression in her countenance of an
adieu so firm, yet so tender, that feeling as if he were parting from a
beloved sister, who had just risked her life for him, and whom he might
never see again, he uttered not a word to any that were present, but
leaning on Edwin, left the hall by an opposite door.
Chapter XLIII.
The Carse of Stirling.
Daybreak gleamed over the sky before the wondering spectators of the
late extraordinary scene had dispersed to their quarters.
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